Always the need to have projects, to be up and doing, sticking your hands into everything. My body is always giving off too much heat, the cold mornings are actually refreshing, and at midday I lie on the bed and think: what a blue sky, I didn’t think it got so blue at sea level, how much blue sky am I going to get in my life? If my class still isn’t going badly, why can’t I sleep the night before? The feeling that all my academic work has painted me into a strange narrow corner and all I can do now is gauge the distance to the open window across the room, testing my own weight before I make the leap.
